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Posted by Anarchy on January 17, 2008, 10:18 am
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Not today.
Anarchy has a name,
You fool –
It’s
DEATH.
In the shadows on night; nothing is left standing with joy. The world in encased in what seems must be eternal sorrow and mourn. Some fear the shadowed darkness; some understand its glory. Though, as it is said, the smallest light can penetrate the darkness. What would happen; what would be seen or done; what glorious chaos would rise if that single light burnt out or failed to return to the sky one night. Only few can image, as we can guess. For maybe the darkness would bring things out that others rarely; if at all see.
In the night of the moonless sky; not a sound chimed through the frozen air. No brush rustled with a hungry beast stalking its helpless prey. No autumn leaves whispered their mocking chorus in a breeze. There was nothing. Nothing that could possibly disturb this silence. Or maybe, fear was driving the night into this motionless chaos. Fear of what was going to happen. The strange tension; the awkward suspense clutching the black with strain. Maybe all knew that something was different this deep evening. The single messenger glided through the mist. Its ashen wings slicing through the air with ease. It circled silently above the trees; searching longingly for the disembodied corpse for it's next meal. Twisting its head its banking circles tightened. It slowly glided to a rest upon the ground; claws sticking into the flank of a bloodied creature.
It stood upon what may have been a wolf; or possibly a deer? Hell with questioning; it was dead. Its eyes has been ripped from their place; shredded and torn entrails were knotted through the gnarled shrubs and low branches. Ribs were cracked and torn away. Neck was broken; back snapped in various locations. Blood drenched the sticky soil about the carcass. As Anarchy looked at this now, his stomach growled, not for hunger nor for the severity of the bloodied mess, but thirsty for more of this liquid, blood. Only wanting more; more blood on his paws; in his jaws. He didn't care if other thought him a cold blooded killer. But even he had a soft side with some things, today however it had a cap on. No mercy for him or anyone in his way.
Te brute decided to continue on, and finally laced his way around the boarders before halting. Blood now pulsed in his ears, thudding as his breaths shortened. His lips now twisted at the corners, forming an askew, haunting smile. His head was thrown back to present a onyx neck, small flicks of red, like blood also highlighted her throat. Auds layed flat against his skull as the wolf opened his maw and howled, untaimed pearls shining with the glory of many previous kills. He challenged the Alphas to a fight. A fight of dominance, a fight of strength and the right to own. That is, if the alpha dared near the brute, dared to take up his challenge. Either way, bloody or not so bloody, the brute was going to have his damn way.
Put your arms down,
Lower your voice,
There is no choice
This world is mayhem,
Your screams are
Ordinary.
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